Month: January 2016

Cowboy Singers & Poets

  Every Saturday morning, when I was about ten years old, I’d go to the movie theater and pay 25 cents to see the western serials.

Protecting the Saguaro

They recently built a new outlet mall in Marana several miles from us, and now they are tearing up a long stretch of road, which leads to it, making it a challenge

Radio Jingles Are Like Golf Clubs

My neighbor had been complaining for weeks that his golf game kept getting worse. Shank to the left, shank to the right. Chip from the rough. Putt, putt, putt. Then one morning,

I Thought That’s What You Meant

English is the language that (or is it which) takes us farther (or is it further) into having to accept (or is it except) the fact that English affects (or is it effects) our lives,

A Long Night at the Circle K

For the entire month of February in 2006, I escaped the wintry weather of Wisconsin to conduct a nine city tour of Florida, promoting my book, “Don’t Fear the Big Dogs.”

The Price is Right – Or Is It?

We buy a lot of stuff at the mega supermarket just a mile up the road from us. Asparagus, ground chuck, noodles, cottage cheese, prescriptions. They even sell clothes, but we don’t buy clothes there.

Prostate Cancer Cured Without Surgery

Prostate Cancer is the second leading cause of cancer deaths among American men. And, according to the latest Brotherhood of the Balloon newsletter. . .it is the number one cause in several states. Yet, it is estimated there are nearly 3 million men who…

New and Improved! Again?

Aquafresh, Gleem, Colgate, Crest, Aim, Pepsodent, and. . .there are so many more. Endless rows, shelf after shelf, box after box, lining the drug store and supermarket aisles. How many different kinds of toothpaste can there possibly be? And, how many different variations? Whitening,…

The Complete Scoop on “Poop”

Consider how odd this sounds: I person walks into a pet shop and asks the clerk, “In which aisle will I find the doggy bowel movement bags?”

The You Dirty Rat Letter

More than once I’ve told people I had much more fun when I was a disc jockey than when I was the general manager of several radio stations.

The Accidental Basketball Star

In an earlier story I told of how, back in the ’70s, when I was station manager at WISM radio in Madison,

Unusual Place for a First Date?

What is considered a first date? Is it when a boy carries a girl’s books home from school? No, not really a date. When a teenager

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